Page 37 of The Billionaire’s Fake Fiancée
"So, how did he get you to do this?" he asks.
I pause, take a sip of my own drink.
"Do what?" I ask, my voice innocent.
"You know exactly what I mean."
"Jace is my boyfriend," I say, not looking at him.
"Right," he says in a voice that implies he doesn't believe me at all. "So what are you doing here with me, Sienna? In the middle of the night."
I exhale a soft breath, not replying. I don’t know what to say. Not when even I'm not sure why I am doing this. What's compelling me to do everything possible to anger Jace. Do I resent what he's making me feel? That he's making me want him. Even as I know everything he's pretending to feel for me is a sham. There's no way our relationship can ever become a reality.
In the silence that follows, Asher places his glass down with a snap. The sound cuts through the thoughts whirling around in my head.
Asher rolls over, bridging the distance between us. Before I can react, he flings his body over mine, imprisoning me.
I edge back against the pillows, my head hitting the headboard.
He's close enough now for me to make out the individual lines at the corners of his eyes. The fine lines on his forehead, barely covered by the dark blond hair that falls over it in waves. It cascades down to below his shoulders.
Without meaning to, my gaze tracks down his bare chest. And further down to the unmistakable swell of where his erection presses against the thin material of his pajamas.
It's almost like he's drawn the best from both genders. Masculinity tempered with a smoother, more tender feel around the edges.
He lifts his eyes to my face. Hooded eyes, half closed now and shining. Heat spools off him, curling around me again. So, different than the more aggressive warmth from Jace.
Eyes glittering, Asher moves closer. His pulse beats faster, the skin at the base of his throat jumping, as his breath brushes over my lips.
His eyes swivel up to meet mine, in them I see a question and curiosity.
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Asher's head descends toward me. I turn away at the last moment. His lips brush my cheek instead.
"You smell good," he brings his nose to the hollow of my neck, sniffs. Adds in a thoughtful voice, "Earthy, almost chocolaty, and yet there's something … a spicy undertone."
He brushes his nose against my skin.
"Don't." My voice comes out breathless.
He stares into my eyes, his violet irises so vivid they feel electric.
I push against his shoulder trying to put some distance between us when there's a knock on the door.
Asher lets go, leans back.
My breath catches in my throat and my heart slams against my ribs as I stare at Asher, my eyes wide with shock.
I know who it is.
But Asher is already sliding over me. His feet hit the floor with a thud. His face is smooth. Calm.
I'd been expecting Jace to come here searching for us. It’s why I'd let Asher play me all along. Been his willing accomplice in creating this set up for Jace to walk in on.
